Page 29 of Forbidden Surrogate

It’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair. He pushes his finger against my clit and I whimper to stop a moan. He pulls his finger away from my pussy and I’ve been through this enough not to get too comfortable with his absence.

“You like breeding as much as I do,” he says. It’s not a question. The warm head of Luigi’s cock presses against my entrance almost immediately after.

“So wet…” he grunts, running his cock over the length of my lips to get it wet for a few seconds before he penetrates my tight entrance. It’s so tight that he has to push his hips forward with a forceful grunt for the head to enter me. My flesh tightens around the invading member and as Luigi pushes inside me, my pussy grips his dick and resists the large invader getting another inch inside me.

I can’t resist him for long. He’s too big and powerful for me to fight off and his dick is large enough to get inside me if he wants it to. I have to accept the pain. Luigi grabs my hips to steady himself and thrusts the rest of his length inside me. The pain blots out my vision with silver and black stars as Luigi buries his dick inside me to the hilt.

Quickly, he replaces the pain with pleasure as he moves his fingers around to my clit and rubs me slowly while fucking me with slow, deep strokes from behind.

“You’re going to look so good dripping with my cum,” he growls as he grabs my hips and pumps into me faster than before. His own filthy ideas take the reins and Luigi groans in pleasure as the increased rhythm makes both of us feel even better. The slow rubbing against my clit brings me close to cumming after a few deep strokes that hit the deepest parts of my pussy.

I’m so close that I stop caring if Luigi hears me moan.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “You like that, don’t you? You like letting a big dick Italian man fill your pussy up with his cum, don’t you?”

I cum so hard that I collapse forward onto my forearms and instinctively push my hips back against Luigi, causing him to fuck me harder into the bed. My pussy pulses in deep spasms around his dick and I can feel him getting closer as my orgasm wave grows to another peak.

“I can’t wait to watch you grow,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait to fuck this pregnant pussy every day…”

I cum again, even if I want to loathe every word coming out of Luigi’s mouth. My pussy gushes and clamps down around him so hard that he emits a masculine grunt and pushes forward with one last deep thrust. Thick pumps of hot cum spurt out of his dick and I can feel him coating my inner walls with the seed that got me pregnant.

Luigi leans forward so his lips touch my ears and his dick is so deep inside me that he pins me in place from the sheer force and size of it.

“You’re mine, you hear me?” he murmurs. “You have my baby inside you and that makes you mine.”

I shiver as he slowly withdraws. Did he mean that, or was that dirty talk just a part of the passing intimate moment between us – nothing to read into at all.

Chapter Seventeen

Luigi

We sleep until eight in the evening. Angela makes us supper before we get ready for a night out. Delphine eats in silence, clearly suffering still from whatever fucked up internalized guilt causes her to pull away from me. I can’t wait to see her in the dress I got for her.

Mikey’s sister, Cosima Corsini, who goes by ‘CC’, brought the clothes over to my place while we slept, so I take the box from Angela and coax Delphine back to our bedroom so I can watch her open the dress box and eventually… put it on. CC might be a brat, but she can keep a secret and she appreciates me because I’m not a dick like her brothers. The clothes arrive safely.

“I’m not really a club person,” Delphine says nervously. “So I hope this doesn’t make me look like a hoochie mama.”

I don’t exactly know what she means by that, but I don’t consider her or my tastes in clothing to be reminiscent of a “hoochie mama”.

“Open the box.”

“What will you be wearing?”

“I dress tastefully for every occasion. I won’t have you leaving the house looking like a runaway Buffalo Bills fan.”

“Fair enough.”

Delphine reluctantly unties the satin white ribbon around the black box and when she opens the dress, she admittedly looks confused. It’s sexy – and the second I saw it, I knew I wanted to see her wearing it. She sets the box on the bed, confusion replaced by curiosity. I feel strangely excited to watch her reaction to touching the fabric.

She gasps and tries to restrain her reaction, but it’s enough to bring a smile to my face. I feel like I’ve won some kind of challenge for her affection. Getting her into bed was easy – thanks to my sister – but getting Delphine’s heart opened even slightly feels like it will be a much more daunting task.

Delphine’s fingers slowly work the dress out of the tissue paper. She handles the luxurious outfit with the grace it deserves and she’s classy – she doesn’t even check for the price tag or anything.

“This feelsverynice, Luigi,” she asks, as if daring me to take it away or expose myself as making some effort to trick her.

“Put it on.”

She still has my cum inside her. That doesn’t stop me from desperately wanting to watch her take her clothing off again and wear a dress that I picked out for her. Delphine finally rewards my patience by stripping her clothes off and I don’t look away for a second. I don’t even make an effort to pretend that I’m not staring at her disrobing. She’s going to look fantastic on my arm at 9th Circle tonight.

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